Female poems on several occasions written by Ephelia.

Loves Cruelty, or the Prayer.

SPeak cruel Love! what is't thou dost intend? Oh! tell me, have thy Tyrannies no end? Tho to thy Pow'r I have a Rebel bin, May not Repentance expiate my Sin? Oh! long e're this, if I had injur'd Heaven, So true a Convert it wou'd have forgiven: Four times the Sun his Yearly Race hath run, Since first my Heart was by my Eyes undone; In all which time, thou scarce hast been so kind, To give one Minutes Quiet to my mind; Thou takest from me the Rellish of Delights, My Days no Pleasure know, no Sleep my Nights: With wandring thoughts each Pray'r thou dost pro∣phane, (I offer to my God) and mak'st them vain. Sometimes with Books I wou'd divert my mind, But nothing there but J's and G's I find: Sometimes to ease my Grief, my Pen I take, But it no Letters but J G will make.

I seek Diversion in Company, But my discourse great Love, is all of Thee; In Sighs and Sobs, I Languish out the Night And all the day, in Tears I drown my Sight: Yet I no pity can from thee obtain, Thou'lt neither Cure, nor mitigate my Pain: Mercyless Tyrant! Since thou wilt not Save, Quickly Destroy, and send me to my Grave.